Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Bullshit,” he spits out at Lucky. Something makes him look around the room and I see his wild, red eyes. Then he spots me. Thankfully, this takes his attention and his gun off Lucky.
“You!” he screams at me. “You motherfucker. Get in here. Now!”
I spot Shades and Preacher just behind Emiliano’s shoulder and do what the prick says, entering the room slowly with my gun aimed at the floor. “I’m right here, Emiliano. What is it you want to say to me?”
“I want Morgan to know what kind of people you dirty bikers are. Aria, call your father and tell him about them.”
His gun wavers in his drunken hand as I step closer, and I know this dude is totally fucking unhinged.
“You defiled my sister,” he shouts and points his gun in my direction. “You are the reason Papa is pissed off and talking about putting me in the warehouse. I won’t do that. I won’t!”
“The warehouse is respectable work,” I say reasonably. “Without it, none of us get paid.”
He laughs bitterly. “Bullshit. I’m going to be El Jefe,” he shouts and grips the gun tighter in his hands.
“Not if you’re getting’ high on your own supply,” I tell him because it’s clear as fucking day that this guy is high as a fucking kite.
“I will be in charge soon enough,” he says, his fucked-up brain oozing confidence. “I have a secret weapon.”
I want to keep the asshole talking to find out what he thinks he has so we can figure out how to fight back. So, I say, “Yeah? Why don’t you tell me about this weapon?”
Emiliano laughs a seriously wicked sounding laugh. “Why would I do that?”
I smile. “Because you want to brag. You want to tell us what you’ve done so we can tell your Papa and let him know how fucking smart you are. Right?”
Because he’s high, he thinks about it and scratches his head. “Yeah, well, I’m not that fucking stupid. But I’ll tell you that I have powerful allies, and they owe me favors.”
“Favors ain’t free, kid.”
He shoves the gun in my direction, angry at my retort. He grounds a palm against his eye and shakes his head. His erratic movements confirm he’s definitely on something.
“Good thing I have something I know they want.”
“Yeah, and what’s that?” He has my curiosity now.
Emiliano flashes a dark smile. “A name. You might know it. Viper.”
Fuck. I know that name. We all do. It’s Bangers gangster name from the gang he deserted. The Bloodthirsty Devils. Meanest motherfuckers up in LA. “Oh, Jesus, Emiliano. That was stupid. Those fucking gangbangers have no loyalty to anyone but themselves.”
“Maybe. But once they found out I knew where their former traitor named Viper was hiding out, they were happy to knock that blonde bitch off for me.”
Banger turns red in the face and starts breathing heavily. “If they lay one fucking hand on my woman, I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” he shouts.
“Hold on, Banger. Calm the fuck down. Nothing is going to happen to your woman.” I do not need my guy killing Rojas on my watch. Not tonight.
Emiliano just laughs at Banger and says, “You should see your face right now.” A small part of me wants to let Banger pump a few bullets into him, but that would make me an irresponsible VP.
“Don’t worry. You won’t live much longer than your bitch.”
Right before my eyes, Banger’s body relaxes. He’s so fucking calm it’s almost scary. When a slow smile crosses his face, I tense and wait for the shit to hit the fan.
“You know,” he says with an evil grin, “she told me all about your boy Alejandro and how his brains went everywhere. We had to wash it out of her hair, and I watched parts of him just circle down the drain, same as that big shit I took this morning.”
“Just wait,” Emiliano growls dangerously. He swivels back and forth as if he can’t decide who he wants to kill first, me or Banger. “Speaking of shit, the shit that’s going to rain down on your MC will be legendary and it will be because of me. El Jefe!”
“You’d really do that to family?” I ask, returning a confident smile.
“Family,” he spits and shakes his head. “You’re nothing to me.”
“Wrong. I am the man set to marry your sister. Valentina is going to be my wife. Arturo approved it while you were off sucking gangbanger cock.”
Emiliano lunges at me, leading with his gun. I can see it in his eyes, he’s determined to end my life. But his forward momentum slows.
The glass window just behind Lucky and Aria shatters under the force of a bullet rushing through it, and he notices it too late to stop completely. But he slows just long enough for the first bullet to slice through his stomach and the second a through and through on his right thigh. Emiliano falls to the ground, wailing in pain.